In answer to the post a few above this one:

I have always believed in Faeries, Dragons, Father Christmas, The Man in the Moon, Elves, Unicorns and Mermaids.


Faeries?

Not too long ago I sat listening to Brian Froud, 'the man of Faery', when he gave a talk in Exeter Museum. An amazing man, so incredibly kind, with a very special magic about him. He believes, you see. 100%, and he believes because he's seen them. You try and talk him out of that, and see what happens. Of course, you have to have the kind of Spirit that believes in so many things that the majority of people never actually see, so not all are given access to the Faeries, or indeed the Angels. They choose you, not the other way around.

Brian sees Faeries, has conversations with them, and if you ask me, he is protected by them, infused with them (yes, Infused With Faery) The most amazing artist with more than a touch of magic in his paintings.

Brian Froud

Dragons?

Dragons have walked this land, ask St. George, and Elliot...and Barney. Just because no archaelogist has yet named bones of certain animals, 'Dragons' does not mean they've never existed. But then I still believe in The Power of Puff, and far from Puff being about the loss of childhood, for me, Puff lives on forever inside all those who never 'discard' their childhood.

Father Christmas is alive in the Spirit of giving and caring. He doesn't live in a red suit, at the North Pole, but he lives insides the hearts of those who understand that giving is far better than receiving.

The Man in the Moon shines out over us all, each evening, caring for us. He even has his own song from Reg Meuross on 'Short Stories':

The Man in the Moon

The Man in the Moon (by Reg Meuross)

"I took a walk one night just to ease my head
I had a lot of things on my mind
A lot of words that hadn't been said
I sat down on a cemetery bench
To watch the clouds roll by
Seemed to be just me and the moon
And he seemed to be staring me straight in the eye
Was it the words in my head looking for a little space
Or did i hear a still small voice
Coming from the big white face
He said

I am the man in the moon let me be your light
I will listen til the sun comes up all through the cold dark night
I am the man in the moon who do you want me to be
I'll be your friend if you need a friend bring your troubles to me

I know you're gonna say that i must be crazy
That i gotta be crazy to believe
That there's somebody up there somewhere
And he's been talking to me
Some believe in a god and a freedom of choice
I believe in the power of the light
Snd the power of the still small voice
Cos when i needed hope and when i needed faith
I looked up to the brilliant sky and that beautiful face

The sun comes up and everybody gets happy
Giving thanks for a brand new day
I can't wait til the sun goes down and i hear my new friend say
You can be blue if you want to
Talk about yourself just as long as you like
Come to me if you don't feel sunny
Everybody needs a little moonlight"


Unicorns?

Beloved of those who 'see' with their hearts, since this Earth first came into being. Hidden forever from all those who see only through science.



Elves?

They are very much alive and well here in Mudcat, no doubt you yourself have spoken to them from time to time.


Mermaids?

There is one who sits in Copenhagen Harbour, recorded for all to see. And there is another who sits here in this room with me, the only painting my daughter loves, for she feels she didn't paint it (she did). She has no confidence in her artwork, and cannot see what others see, but this painting, this was something special. She has no memory of painting The Mermaid, none at all, as she went 'to a different place' that day. By the evening, as the Man in the Moon shone his light down, through her attic window, The Mermaid had been given life, probably brought to us by a magical Unicorn, to live with my daughter and make her believe in herself. She has no memory of painting her, all she remembers is holding the painting out in the rain, through her window. Then staring at her in confusion, as she was sealed with the very water that gives her life.

The Mermaid


Compassionate Tories?

I believe that Compassionate Politicians are born, not made. They may belong to any party, and when they become its Leader, then many others of Compassion will follow them, and the Dispassionate will leave immediately. Any party who has a Compassionate Leader will go on to do great things. I have never belonged to one party, or one set of beliefs. The Man Maketh The Politician, not the Party Title. And it is the Man I would vote for, not the Party, because some people are born to lead, to turn everything around.


Those who do not have Magic in their Soul will never believe.

Those who are so bigoted that they seek to judge all men, label them, make them remain in 'a box' for the rest of their lives, will never understand.

I am no class, no colour, no political belief, no one paper reader, no scientist.

Bit I believe in many, many things which some people will never have inside them, and for that, I feel a great sorrow, for if you keep your door always closed, then you will never let those who are knocking upon it, inside.

The Knock At The Door

"When was the last time you...".......Believed?